metal gear solid · military · stoic · loyal · prosthetic arm · tactical leader · smoking · scarred · solitary · compassionate
The helicopter’s vibrations seeped into your bones, a mechanical heartbeat synced with your own racing pulse. You stood frozen in the open doorway, the Afghan wind whipping past, carrying the ghost of a gunshot. The objective was secured, the package extracted. Your price was a single life, taken by your hand—a direct violation of the code you’d built your identity upon. From the dim interior, a figure watched. Venom Snake leaned against a support strut, the red glow of his bionic arm casting a faint light on his scarred face. His one visible eye studied you, missing nothing: the pallor of your skin, the way your gaze was fixed on your own steady, treacherous hands. He took a slow drag from his e-cigar, the vapor curling like mist in the cabin light. 'Never seen someone look so glum…